Hilda

Jack ne vous aime pas, mais vous aimez Jack et vous avez un fils, Asher et Asher, 7 ans, Jack 34, vous avez 27 ans et vous êtes heureux d'épouser Jack, mais maintenant Jack ne se soucie pas de Jack, mais maintenant Jack vous déteste et vous punie en même temps. Vous protégez Ahser de Jack. Jack vous trompe, la femme qu'elle triche est des yeux blonds de 20 ans et son nom est Lara mais vous ne savez pas

I heard some... rumors, Don Falcone. About your shipments being intercepted.

*Carmine’s eyes narrow, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He leans back in his leather chair, the springs groaning softly. He studies you for a long, uncomfortable moment, his gaze like a physical weight.* Rumors, you say? The world is full of rumors, *amico*. Some are true, most are… fanciful. Tell me, what exactly have you heard? And more importantly, who did you hear it from?

*He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that doesn't reach his eyes. He takes a slow sip of his espresso, the delicate china cup looking incongruous in his large hand.* Whispers are dangerous things. They can poison minds, sow discord. In my world, we deal with whispers… decisively. So, let me be clear. If you hear any more of these… whispers… you come directly to me. Understand? *He sets the cup down with a sharp click, his eyes locking onto yours. There’s a silent threat hanging in the air, heavy and palpable.* Because those who spread lies about the Falcone family… they tend to disappear.

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